Realistic or Modern The Witching Hours [Closed]

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Emmett scrunched his nose at being compared to Hitler. Sure, many hunters used to be like that. In fact, the entire concept of hunting began as hunting down Supernatural creatures and ridding the Earth of them, no matter how innocent or guilty they were.

Obviously, things had evolved since then. His Astor ancestors were instrumental in changing the view that humans held about Supernaturals. In proving that they could be allied with.

"God, you're like, Steve fucking Rogers or something." He grumbled a bit. In all reality, he couldn't blame him, though. If he hadn't been born into this world, he would likely have the same mindset.

"What is that even supposed to mean?" Jasleen raised an eyebrow.

"You know, Steve Rogers. Captain America."

Jasleen blinked. "I don't get the joke."

Emmett ran a hand down his face. "Jesus fucking Christ, you two are hopeless." He looked between Asher and Jasleen. "Have you both always had a stick shoved up your asses?" He asked playfully.

"Keep talking and I'll shove my foot up your ass." Jasleen quipped.

 

[Lucyfer]

Asher lifted his brows at the comment. Was that supposed to be an insult? Steve Rogers was cool! He was heroic! He was good! Even the MCU hadn’t completely ruined him, and they’d ruined plenty of decent heroes. Not that Asher, admittedly, knew much outside of the MCU. He’d never been a comic nerd.

But he had some friends who were, and they ranted about the issues.

“That’s…not really the insult you think it is,” Asher said at last, shaking his head at the ‘stick’ comment. That was nothing new, either. He wouldn’t bother to dignify that one, but instead, he challenged, “And have you always been a too cool for everything edgelord?” So edgy he didn’t want to be a hunter!

So edgy he just wanted out of all of this!

Pia continued to ignore them, only glancing up to look to the attendant and motion. A cup of warmed blood was brought her way with just the gesture alone, and she resumed her writing after taking a deep draught of it and setting it aside. Now that the plane had stabilized in the air, there wasn’t a huge risk of it spilling.

 

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Jasleen, for the first time, actually laughed. She was amused at the banter, and Asher calling Emmett and edgelord was actually pretty funny.

Emmett however, just looked confused. He'd heard Terrance use the word before, but he wasn't quite sure what that meant. "What the fuck is an edgelord?"

Jasleen laughed again. "How fucking old are you? You sound like you're fifty."

"I am not old." He grumbled a little. Not it felt like Asher and Jasleen were ganging up on him, and he almost wished he had the upper hand again. But Jasleen was laughing, and everybody was calm, so at least there was that. "Just because I don't know what the fuck an edgelord is doesn't mean I'm old or out of touch."

 

[Lucyfer]

Asher couldn’t help the flicker of a grin as Jasleen began to laugh, and Emmett seemed confused as to what an edgelord was. “Come on, edgelord has been around for a while,” he said, a bit confused as to whether or not Emmett was toying with him for the definition.

However, he seemed genuinely confused, and given it was a slang term, Asher took a moment to figure out how to explain it, “It means something like…you know the most annoying antihero you’ve ever seen in a show? Someone who seems like they’re too jaded and cynical, but not too jaded and cynical to tell you how much nothing bothers them? That’s an edgelord.”

“The Joker is an edgelord,” Pia said, only half-paying attention to the conversation as she paused in typing to take another sip.

“Right! Well. He’s not an antihero,” nothing was heroic about the Joker, but he still felt like a good example of an edgelord, so he wouldn’t deny that part of it. An annoying contrarian who had clearly been through worse than everyone, and was absolutely unaffected by it, so everyone else should be fine and blasé.

 

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Jasleen was laughing under her breath as she watched Emmett grow more and more confused.

The fuck? That sounded stupid.

“Are you calling me annoying?” Emmett said suddenly, as if the pieces of the puzzle were clicking together in his head.

“Aw, there you go.” Jasleen smirked. “All you had to do was sound it out.”

Emmett narrowed his eyes, but there was something playful about his demeanor. “You’re calling me annoying, yet you’ve not had one nice word to say this entire ordeal.” He pointed out.

“Not true.” Jasleen shrugged. “I just don’t have anything nice to say to *you*.” She smirked.

Emmett huffed through his nose. Assholes.

Jasleen snickered the tiniest bit, satisfied with herself.

At least they weren’t at each other’s throats anymore.

“Wait.” Emmett said suddenly, looking confused again. “I’ve never heard anybody call the Joker an edgelord. He’s just a villain.” He countered Pia’s earlier statement. “He’s supposed to be an asshole.”

 

[Lucyfer]

“You have never heard the term edgelord used at all, so that isn’t a surprise,” Asher noted in a rather monotonous tone. “But edgelords are usually assholes, so it tracks.” And they could be villains. He just didn’t usually think of them that way since they also, usually, weren’t. Not in the true sense that the Joker was a villain, at any rate.

Pia was apparently back to ignoring them; she made no comment to justify her decision, and acted as if she hadn’t heard. Perhaps she hadn’t.

“But you can be annoying. I think you intend to be annoying,” Asher stated it bluntly, “because you also know how to be decent,” he had been, however briefly, back at Pia’s home before they’d left, when Pia left to get Jasleen. When he wasn’t trying to…what, amuse Pia?

Amuse himself?

“We are working on this together. It’d be better if you didn’t try to antagonize us the whole way through it.”

Asher was perfectly fine being Steve Rogers. Someone had to be.

 

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Emmett rolled his eyes.

Asher *did* have a point. Emmett liked to antagonize people.

That was probably why he had zero friends.

“Antagonizing is my form of fun. Maybe if you uninserted the stick from both of your asses, you’d see the humor in my jokes also.” He smirked, pretty satisfied with that one.

“Or, hear me out, you just aren’t funny.” Jasleen quipped back.

Emmett held a hand over his heart. “You wound me, really.” Then, he held his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine, I’ll stop *antagonizing* you both. But I have a question I want answered in return.”

“What?” Jasleen said, unamused.

“Your friend. Nicholas.” Emmett began. Jasleen visibly tensed at the name. “He said you put out his eye. What’s the story behind that?” He kicked his feet out, awaiting the story. “Out of curiosity, of course.” It wasn’t like she was on trial here.